i remember a few months ago my mom tested me "Come downstairs
mediates“ and she was erring and she started screaming at me and it
was because this was my cover photo en facebook
eh we know how hard it was not m laugh
Em res:

Whenever I see that photo, I imagine the sun resting its beams upon my face, the wisping of the wind through the delicate strands of the wheat, and then, in the depth of the unknown magical word, there is a voice.